Luyện nghe bài hát Georgie

As I walked out over London
One morning early,
I overheard a pretty maid
Was for her Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the chain of
He was born of royal breed
And lost to a lady.

Go bridle me my milk steed,
Go me my pony,
I ride to London court
To for the life of my Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie never nor cow nor calf,
He never any,
Stole sixteen of the royal deer,
And he sold in Bohenny.

Two pretty have I born,
The third in my body,
I'd freely part them every one
If you'd spare the of Geordie.

The judge over his left shoulder,
He fair maid I'm sorry
He said fair maid you must be
For I cannot Geordie.

Ah, my Geordie be hanged in a golden chain,
'Tis not the of many,
Stole sixteen of the king's royal
And he sold in Bohenny.